The trees were blurring by at the speed I was traveling. I was driving at life threatening speeds that were even dangerous for me but it still didn't seem fast enough to put enough distance. I was running, but I don't want to think about that. My name is Cameron Adams but my friends always called me Cam. I am 17 at 5'9 with blue eyes and medium brown wavy hair. A normal bland looking girl…if only I was really that normal on the inside.
I started slowing down my speed on my black Kawasaki Ninja ZX92. I loved my bike and it one of my last belongings from home I had. I was starting to reach the outskirts of a town. The only problem is I couldn't remember what state I was in most of the time anymore. The sign once I approached closer read "Welcome to Forks". Well this was as good as any other place to stop I thought. It was getting dark and I was well due for a rest.
Once I reached inside the small town I found out there wasn't very many options for me to stay. The one small motel in town wouldn't rent to me without seeing identification or a credit card. Since both those were out of the question that gave me one choice. I was going to have to rough it out and camp. Thankfully, I am prepared with the small tent packed with me. Don't get me wrong I love camping but everyone likes a soft clean bed and hot shower.
After driving around for a couple hours I found the perfect place to settle. It was a couple miles out of town. An old abandoned road that must have led to a hunting shack once a lifetime ago. The once road was overgrown with grass but still drivable on with my beloved bike. I set up tent and settled down for the night. In the morning I will scout out town.
I woke up with the sun shining into my tent. The birds were chirping in the chilly crisp air. It was September and pretty soon I was going to have to figure out what I was going to do for the winter. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind for another day. Today I was going to explore the small town of Forks. I freshened up and put on my freshest set of clothes. Throwing my hair into a ponytail and sporting my sleek black helmet I hopped on my back. I was in need of a good cooked meal so my first stop will be to fill my never ending stomach. I found a small nice little diner in town to help quiet my stomach for a little while. The food was great I just wish I could have had more. Not to mention for the stares from the obvious to locals to stop. I know in a small town you know everyone but geeze the way they were looking at me and whispering you would think I was a celebrity. So with that going on its no surprise I ate and got the hell out of there. I drove around the small town of Forks getting a feel for it. There wasn't much to do or see obviously in such a small town. I did stop though once I came upon the school. High school…a place of hell and of such normalcy for any teenager. It must have been the end of the school day because kids were starting to filter out of the tiny buildings toward the parking lot where I stood. I stared at them jealous of their care free attitudes and childish worries that I once had. The ability to stay in one place and not have to look over their shoulder constantly. I was waken up from my bitter thinking by the stares and murmurs of the kids approaching. More small town gossip of who this mystery person is. I started my bike and peeled off not being able to take anymore. I will take one more cruise of the small town and head out to my camp site.
I was just a mile out of town when it happened. I was going at my normal speed which was well beyond a sane individual's speed limit when a big grey jeep pulled out in front of me. Not being able to brake in time I swerved resulting in my bike sliding and tumbling into a tree and me sliding and rolling off the pavement. I slid and rolled off the pavement and into a tree resting by the ditch finally making my stop. "Fuck that hurt" I groaned. My body burned with road rash from sliding on the pavement. I tried to do a mental body status check of the damage. I came to the conclusion my left shoulder must be dislocated besides my road rash being injuries. I will have to put it back in place and quick. I started to hear voices coming my way. Whoever was in the jeep obviously stopped and was coming to check on me. Groaning I rolled over to face the tree that stopped me. "This is going to suck" I grumbled to myself as I positioned myself. Not waiting another second to think about it I slammed my left shoulder into the tree. I screamed while the sickening pop told me my shoulder was back in place. That was the last thing that happened before I blacked out.
Well folks thats first thing I ever written. Feel free to give me tips and hints and comments. Appreciate it!